20-10-2022, 10:52 AM
From leaning near the door, I stepped out and stood at the door, watching them spellbound as they made love. They didn't seem to notice me and but their act clearly had its effect on me. I could feel warmth in my loins and the wet underwear patch stuck to my pussy. I felt like fingering myself to an orgasm right there in front of them; I felt like cumming at the same time with Lucy.
I hadn’t had sex in a year. I masturbated maybe once or twice in this past year and I never watched porn; so this hardcore scene in front of me hit the right part of my brain and I was instantly turned on.
Moments later, the guy slowed down before coming to a halt. They opened their eyes and looked at each other before engaging in a deep kiss. He broke the kiss and raised himself on his hands before resuming the stroking, this time slower than before.
Just as he was about to pick up pace again he noticed me and I realized that. It took a few seconds for us to clear our minds out before we noticed each other. He stopped stroking and stared at me blankly. It took another couple of seconds before Lucy realized that her lover had stopped and opened her eyes. She looked up at him and then followed his gaze to me.
I could see surprise in her eyes; not surprised that I was in the house but surprised that I was watching them. Lucy was the bang opposite of me; street smart, outgoing and a party girl. She had chosen a profession suiting her qualities; marketing. Her job made her meet new people, travel the world, hook up and have sex with many men and women too.
I was the confused Indian girl. Liberated yet stuck to her traditions, very confident at her profession but not very in bed. I didn't have many friends in my life and my job was as boring as Lucy’s life was interesting.
Lucy was surprised to see me standing at the door with a hand in my pants and the top two buttons of my shirt open. I didn't excuse myself out of there and Lucy didn't scream at me and neither did she try to cover herself.
It was a delicately poised moment; a moment between me and Lucy. I could see her surprise wane a little and I could feel her beckoning me with her eyes. She always insisted I should try the wild life, embrace the ‘dark side’ and that’s what she was doing, calling out to me.
I always admired and envied Lucy for all the crazy things she did.
I always wanted to try something like this, a hook up, a one night stand but never could muster strength to do so. The desires at the back of my mind seemed to take over and I slowly stepped forward.
The guy was sitting up by now, watching me and Lucy. I was sure he was a tad confused and very aroused. I knew he was calculating the possibilities of his wildest dream coming true; his cock definitely showed how eager it was.
I took another step forward and stopped. The last ounce of reason and logic popped in my head. Should I do this? Should I cross the line? What would be the consequences of this? I then noticed Lucy smiling at me and that disarming smile quelled all my worries and I stepped right up.
I walked up to the bed and got on it. The guy was sitting on his shins on the bed and leaned back, thrusting his cock out as I approached him. I kneeled in front of him and lowered my head to his crotch. His cock was covered with a slimy red coloured condom. I could smell the sweet fragrance of strawberry and the stench of Lucy’s juices.
Unmindful of where that cock had been minutes ago, I popped it in my mouth. I gobbled up inch after inch of his tool before reaching the base. In the frenzy and rush I ended up deep throating the guy; my first of many firsts that night. I didn't gag, didn't pull back; I simply stayed put feeling his cock head brush my throat.
I hadn’t had sex in a year. I masturbated maybe once or twice in this past year and I never watched porn; so this hardcore scene in front of me hit the right part of my brain and I was instantly turned on.
Moments later, the guy slowed down before coming to a halt. They opened their eyes and looked at each other before engaging in a deep kiss. He broke the kiss and raised himself on his hands before resuming the stroking, this time slower than before.
Just as he was about to pick up pace again he noticed me and I realized that. It took a few seconds for us to clear our minds out before we noticed each other. He stopped stroking and stared at me blankly. It took another couple of seconds before Lucy realized that her lover had stopped and opened her eyes. She looked up at him and then followed his gaze to me.
I could see surprise in her eyes; not surprised that I was in the house but surprised that I was watching them. Lucy was the bang opposite of me; street smart, outgoing and a party girl. She had chosen a profession suiting her qualities; marketing. Her job made her meet new people, travel the world, hook up and have sex with many men and women too.
I was the confused Indian girl. Liberated yet stuck to her traditions, very confident at her profession but not very in bed. I didn't have many friends in my life and my job was as boring as Lucy’s life was interesting.
Lucy was surprised to see me standing at the door with a hand in my pants and the top two buttons of my shirt open. I didn't excuse myself out of there and Lucy didn't scream at me and neither did she try to cover herself.
It was a delicately poised moment; a moment between me and Lucy. I could see her surprise wane a little and I could feel her beckoning me with her eyes. She always insisted I should try the wild life, embrace the ‘dark side’ and that’s what she was doing, calling out to me.
I always admired and envied Lucy for all the crazy things she did.
I always wanted to try something like this, a hook up, a one night stand but never could muster strength to do so. The desires at the back of my mind seemed to take over and I slowly stepped forward.
The guy was sitting up by now, watching me and Lucy. I was sure he was a tad confused and very aroused. I knew he was calculating the possibilities of his wildest dream coming true; his cock definitely showed how eager it was.
I took another step forward and stopped. The last ounce of reason and logic popped in my head. Should I do this? Should I cross the line? What would be the consequences of this? I then noticed Lucy smiling at me and that disarming smile quelled all my worries and I stepped right up.
I walked up to the bed and got on it. The guy was sitting on his shins on the bed and leaned back, thrusting his cock out as I approached him. I kneeled in front of him and lowered my head to his crotch. His cock was covered with a slimy red coloured condom. I could smell the sweet fragrance of strawberry and the stench of Lucy’s juices.
Unmindful of where that cock had been minutes ago, I popped it in my mouth. I gobbled up inch after inch of his tool before reaching the base. In the frenzy and rush I ended up deep throating the guy; my first of many firsts that night. I didn't gag, didn't pull back; I simply stayed put feeling his cock head brush my throat.
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